Beneath the whispering pines, I stand,

While listening to the hidden secrets of the fearless land.

Windswept tales of ancient trees,

Remain of pieces carried away, softly by the breeze.

The reason I am no longer there,

It's why I stay here and walk bare.

Every bird has a squeakier tweet,

A soft piece of cheesecake makes it sweet.

It's now autumn,

The roots of the trees still lay on the bottom.

Orange, red, and even brown, 

Surrounds me everywhere while I always frown.